Not AfraidA Poem by Angela HunterI'm not afraid Whoosh Ripped out of place Screech No time to call out Clunk Metal on metal To be laid down Blur Whipped in circles Still Frozen in time Close Right beside To sleep Burnt Worn-out rubber Rotten Even in foreshadowing Iron From the inside-out Perchance to dream Pain In the headache Pain In my crimson makeup Pain In my public solitude Goodnight
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